The say you can’t judge a book by its cover, but you can’t judge it by its title either. More often than not, the title tells you nothing about the contents, or misleads you entirely. Let’s imagine the titles were straightforward:
– Moby Dick wouldn’t be about a whale, Its would be about a bald musician who’s actually kind of a dick.
– Catcher in the Rye? A guy who likes to play catch after downing a fifth of Canadian Club.
– To Kill a Mockingbird. Why? Why not geese, or duck, or something you can actually cook.
– Hamlet. It’s about this guy who doesn’t eat a lot of pork – just a little. A hamlet.
– Of Mice and Men. I’m sorry, but where are the mice? George and Lenny are men, and there are rabbits, but not enough mice to put in the title.
– A Farewell to Arms: the story of the Venus de Milo
– Breakfast at Tiffany’s: surprisingly disappointing. Very limited menu. They don’t even have hamlet.